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Blondie20000: Everyone expected another draggy Sam chapter. Lol. Sam and Julia are finally rescued and now we get to see the aftermath of it all. Just this chapter and then they are separated again. Gotta get Dean and Sarah alone, right? *devilish smirk* And as for who the culprit is... You are just gonna have to read the sequel for that. *devilish grin* Thanks for the review.
Summer: Yes, they are finally together, who cares that Sam and Juls are now safe, it matters that Dean and Sarah are together! Yay! And as for that 'catching them in the act' comment... You meant to write "Yet", right? He didn't catch them yet. 😁
scootersmom: Barely made it, lol. Sarah saved the day. Thanks for the review.
Ncsupnatfan: Yes, they are finally all together and it is gonna get interesting. Sarah saved the day, but neither know that yet. They don't really even know they are saved. Lol. I have been dropping too subtle clues as to who is responsible for what happened to them, but it will be a while before they figure it out, not gonna happen in this story. Thanks for the review.
NoilyPrat: Woo-hoo, they are finally saved. Thanks for pointing out the map piece, and thank you for the review, I am glad you liked it!
Secretwrittenword: No, we are not gonna mention the kiss, at all. Silly little thing , just slipped in during a very serious rescue mission. And as for the size of the bathroom, and Dean asking "What idiot designed this thing?"... Well, we know what Dick did that, don't we? But now everyone is safe and sound and they are gonna hunt happily ever after. Lol. Thanks for reviewing.
SilverDragonflymoon: Yes, the kiss we shall set aside for the benefit of Sam and Juls finally being saved. Thanks for the review.
A/N: I wanna thank all you guys for such wonderful support on this weird little story of mine. This chapter will be a sort of an epilogue to this adventure, but there will be three bonus chapters after this, because a) I don't like to leave loose ends and b) it will be a set up for the sequel and their next adventure. I will post the bonus chapters in this story and then announce the name of the sequel which some of you already know. Thanks again to everyone who favourited/reviewed or will do so in the future. You are the fuel that keeps me going. Love ya all. ❤️
Chapter 29: I see your True Colors
Sam slowly came to, not quite yet opening his eyes. Instead his arms tightened around Julia, pulling her close and making sure she was still warm and alive and by his side. The smell of lavender filled his nostrils and all that calmed him, soothed him, knowing she was here. Wherever here may be.
That thought bugged at his mind until he decided to scratch that itch, open his tired eyes and look around. He half expected them to be back in the research station with the generator miraculously working again, seeing as the room was warm. Room. His room. In the bunker. Huh.
OK, so they were in the bunker. Or did they die and went to Heaven and this is just... His new Heaven? Despite the fatigue he felt, the chill still embedded deep in his bones, he had to know for sure. He had to get up and see if they were really in the bunker. A stray through of Dean teasing him about Julia and salad made no sense in his still sleepy brain as he stumbled out of bed and grabbed the first clothing he could find, which were his jeans and his flannel shirt. He put them on and turned to look at Julia's sleeping form. She would be ok, he was just going to pop out for a minute to check things out.
Slowly and barefoot, Sam crept out of his room and glanced down the hallway. Some faint strange sound was coming from afar, but other than that it was quiet, which didn't really help him much. Gradually he reached the War room finding that empty too. The sound became louder as if her was nearing the source and as he walked by, he glanced at the library only to find it completely empty as well, but strangely clean and in order. The books were all put away and the chairs were placed neatly under the tables. Huh. Could be Heaven.
He decided to follow the sound, because, like what else could he do? As he entered the opposite hallway, the sound slowly started morphing into music and not just any music... Dance music. OK, no way would Dean play this type of music or allow it to be played in the bunker. The scales are slowly tipping towards him being dead and in Heaven.
Reaching the kitchen, as the song became more clear, clear enough to identify as Whitney Houston's How will I know, but it was the sound of an extra vocal that surprised Sam.
"There's a boy I know, he's the one I dream of
Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above, mmm-hmm
Oh, I lose control, can't seem to get enough, uh-huh
When I wake from dreaming, tell me is it really love"
A blond girl with a pony tail danced and sang the song as she stood by the stove, pots boiling, two ovens working and a smell of a home cooked meal flooding the room, making Sam's mouth water and his stomach growl in response. Was she an angel he has yet to meet?
Sam quietly entered the kitchen, keeping a watchful eye on the girl that didn't notice him yet. For some reason her voice was so mesmerizing, so heavenly and somehow... Familiar.
"Ooh, how will I know (don't trust your feelings)
How will I know
How will I know (love can be deceiving)
How will I know"
The girl kept singing and swaying her hips and Sam was so confused. Who was she? What was she doing, cooking? Why? He inched closer and finding himself unable to speak up he reached to grab her shoulder. Suddenly a frying pan was flying at his face, but he managed to duck in time and quickly grab the hand that was swinging it. Startled piercing blue eyes met his and he heard the girl suck in a breath, staring at him in shock.
"Oh, my God, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to... I..." She spoke sounding sincere and Sam let go of her hand and backed away a few steps, eyeing her warily.
"Who are you?" He asked sounding serious, but not too intimidating. He did not expect a polite smile that seemed to weirdly light up the entire room.
"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners. I am Sarah. Sarah Jones. I, um... I helped our brother find you." She replied never breaking the eye contact, but seeming to understand the gravity of the situation. He was a hunter and she was somebody he didn't know and Dean was...
"Where is Dean?" Sam asked not allowing her gentle nature to lull him.
Sensing his distress, she dropped the smile, made sure her hands were visible at all times and placed in a non threatening way as she answered "He... He went to get more beer. I... I am making lunch and I decided to make it a bit more... Well... I got a chicken in the oven. He said you would like chicken and mashed potatoes and salad. I... I'm just..."
Seeing that he was freaking the girl out, he broke the eye contact making her just a bit more at ease and took a deep breath. So, not Heaven? Maybe. He will know once Dean gets there. He glanced back at Sarah and sighed. She was clearly not a threat. If anything, she was a great cook considering how well the chicken smelled.
"Sorry, I was... I didn't mean to scare you, I just woke up and..." Sam tried huffing a nervous apologetic smile. Sarah smiled back at him, nodding in understanding.
"That's ok, I get it. You were kidnapped and now you're back and you find a stranger in your home... Um... Do you mind if I...?" She explained his feelings perfectly and then pointed a finger at the stove, asking if she could just check up on the meal she was making.
"Yeah, sure, of course... Sorry." Sam apologized once again and Sarah turned to check the oven, then the pot with booking water, steering something in another one and then finally checking the second oven and it was then that it occurred to Sam she was making a feast. He glanced at the first oven seen the chicken in it, all nice and tanned, but he couldn't see what was in the other. "So..." He started lifting his gaze up to Sarah again.
"How did you meet Dean?" He asked and Sarah choked on nothing but air. She turned to Sam and gave him a sheepish smile before answering.
"I hit him with a frying pan."
Sam couldn't stop the wave of laughter that overtook him, not just at the irony of the situation, and the fact that he had better reflexes then his brother, but the also at the image that formed in his head that his big, strong brother was incapacitated by a girl with a frying pan. And the worst part? That was typical Dean. The more he laughed, the redder Sarah's face got, but the feeling was so contagious she could help but huff a few laughs too, before finally breaking.
"I didn't meeeeaan toooooo... It's just that he came into my house and crept up behind me while I was cooking and, yeah, sure the music might have been on to loud, but I just..." The more defensive she got, the more she ranted and the more Sam laughed. Finally, he managed to breathe properly, he raised his hand and Sarah stopped talking, waiting for him to catch his breath.
"That... Sounds... Like... Him, alright." Sam said calming his laughter and still with a smile on his face asked "Why... Why was he in your house?" Confusion crossed his face when Sarah seemed to visibly shrink into herself, her eyes darting everywhere.
"Cuz he thought I could help." She said rather quietly.
"How could you help?" Sam asked curious and wondering why was she suddenly acting so strangely.
"Cuzmasichick..." Sarah muttered.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Sam asked with a slight frown. He could see he was trying to hide something, but it seemed like she was more embarrassed by it then anything else.
"Cuz I'm a psychic." She whispered and finally brought her fearful eyes up on Sam. He was a bit surprised that Dean would turn to a psychic, but for her benefit, he hid his stunned face behind amusement and acceptance.
"Oh,ok. Cool." was all he said and it was all it took for Sarah's lips to from a genuine smile. Nowhere did she feel as accepted as she did here, with Dean and his brother. Like being what she is was something perfectly normal. They didn't view her differently, they didn't consider her a freak. To them, she was just someone who helped and someone they were thankful to for all her help. Never did she think it could be like this. Even the people she helped in her life watched her with a dose of wariness and mistrust. Not Dean. Not Sam.
She never felt so good about herself as she did here and now, with them. It really meant a lot to her to be accepted like this. She could only hope it will last.
"He... He spotted me on a video that showed you two dispersing. I was there, but I didn't see anything." Sarah added and that made Sam connect the dots of how Dean found her and why go to her in the first place. But there was something else that he was curious about. The way Sarah sang that song, the way she moved around the kitchen and the fact that her face and her eyes would light up whenever Dean was mentioned...
"So are you and Dean..." He trailed off seeing Sarah blush like crazy just at the start of that sentence. Yup, there was definitely something there. And Sam couldn't be more glad about it. Glad and suspicious, because it was a strange coincidence that...
Suddenly, shouts and screams came from the war room and both Sarah and Sam shared a look before Sam ran out the door, followed by Sarah who got delayed as she had to turn off the stove.
"Get off of me! I'm not... Ugh... Mmmmghghg..." Dean's voice came, becoming more muffled and giving out chocking sounds.
"Got you now, you son of a bitch! Where is Sam?! What did you do to him?!" Came Julia's threatening shouts, the last question came out just as Sam stepped into the room. Sarah followed and audibly gasped at the sight. Julia was on top of Dean, who was on the ground, on his knees, and she had him in a choke hold. Dean was trying to loosen her grip, but was fighting a loosing battle, his face slowly turning purple. Julia raised her head, spotted Sam and smiled, but didn't release Dean.
"Um, Juls... Mind letting my brother breathe?" Sam asked amused. Julia was a bad-ass when she wanted to be, and even if Dean knew who she was and was taking it easier on her during their fight, it was still funny to see that a woman brought him to his knees like that. Julia dropped Dean without giving him a second glance and rushed towards Sam. Much to his surprise, she leaped into his arms and pressed her lips against his.
"Yeah, no need to apologize or thank us for saving you or anything like that..." Dean sassed with a coarse voice, getting up and rubbing his sore neck. Sarah was right there beside him, but not setting a hand on him, her eyes just questioning if he is alright. He nodded at her, showing off a smile to assure her he is going to be ok.
Julia broke away from Sam, and glanced at Dean. "I thought you were the one that kidnapped us in the first place. You tried to take my pie." She said, not really an apology.
"That was..." he started, but decided to drop the matter. "So I guess that you have no idea who took you or why." Dean asked and despite the words Sam spoke, he understood that knowing look in his brother's eyes as he glanced from him to Julia and then from Dean to Sarah.
"No idea. (But I do have suspicions). It was an abandoned Roman Industries research facility, but I think it was just a coincidence. We struggled with the generator, but other then that we were left alone. Everything was fully stocked, blankets, towels, soaps, food..."
"Ice-cream!" Sarah suddenly shouted and everyone looked at her confused, Sam a bit more, Julia even more considering she didn't know about Sarah. How did she know they had ice-creams in bulk there? But Sarah was already down the hall and back in the kitchen and after sharing a look the others followed only to find her putting away a bucket of ice-cream that was dripping with condensed water, the ice-cream inside probably half melted. Still, Dean couldn't help but remember a fat guy from a video eating an ice-cream. Strangely enough, he remembered seeing him again when he and Sarah found Julia's bike. He just shared a look with Sam, but said nothing. They would look into this later, now was not the time.
"Phew... I completely forgot I pulled it out to serve with the pie." Sarah said.
"Pie?! Who bought pie?!" Julia asked looking at the grocery bag Dean brought in, the same he dropped, luckily not from a great height. She remembered hearing bottles rattle, it was the beer Dean just pulled out of the bag, but... There was no pie.
"Nobody bought it. Sarah made it." Dean responded nudging his head towards the oven and Sarah that was standing next to it. "In fact, Sarah wanted to make a proper lunch too, so we went all out." Julia's eyes widened at the sight of the whole roasted chicken Sarah just then started pulling out of the oven and immediately her mouth started to water and her stomach started to growl as the smell hit her.
"Alright. We got soup, lemon - honey chicken, mashed potatoes and tomato souse and for dessert... Apple Pie with cinnamon." Sarah announced finally pulling out the perfect looking pie out of the second oven.
"You... Are my new favorite person." Julia said, her eyes never leaving the pie and everyone started laughing.
They ate telling each other what happened during the time the two were missing, laughing and happy they were together, safe and sound. Dean over enjoyed the dessert, completely in ecstasy over it. Julia was close with her hums of delight, but kept eyeing Sarah. During the wonderful lunch she made, it came up that Sarah was a psychic, and as much as Sam and Dean were completely fine with it, Julia was not so open-minded. She said nothing, just remained wary, trying to hide it behind a smile whenever Sarah would look her way.
Sarah felt it, of course she did. She could feel things like that even before she met Dean, even before her powers grew slightly the more she accepted them. She sure could feel it now, but she was ok with it. It was natural people feared what they didn't understand and Julia was a hunter on top of that. Mistrust was in her blood. It wasn't something Sarah would hold against her. She just hoped Julia would give her a chance to show she can be trusted.
Besides, there was some darkness pressing on her, she was burnt by something bad, Sarah could see it. But she could also see how Julia's soul would shine brighter every time she and Sam caught each other's eyes. Whatever was that hurt her, whatever darkness allures there, Sam will vanquish it.
After lunch Julia asked if she could borrow a phone and stepped aside to have a conversation. It took Sarah one glance between the guys to excuse herself and take a bunch of plates to the kitchen, knowing they would want a moment to themselves. The second she was out of the room, Dean spoke, still looking softly in the direction she disappeared to.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Definitely. But there shouldn't be any left, they were all..." Sam started, but Dean interrupted.
"Yeah, that's what we thought about vampires 15 years ago. That they were extinct."
Sam nodded, thinking about it for a moment before he responded. "You're right, it is the only way to explain everything." After both have agreed on the matter, there was a long quiet pause before the silence was broken again.
"So, what are we gonna do about it?" Dean asked, but Sam could read between the lines - Are we gonna do something about it?
"I think we can let this one slide. For now. " Sam replied after a moment, a smile forming on his face. Dean looked at him and smiled back. There was no need for words, both knew, both understood. They both found something neither knew they needed.
"So... Julia?" Dean asked with a raised brow.
"Yeah, she is... -Sam started but then huffed a laugh - she is a pie loving, monster hunting AC/DC fan."
"Huh. - Dean seemed amused - So she is basically..."
"Don't. Just don't." Sam said glaring at Dean that started laughing a bit, reading his brother, but soon calmed down. "Sarah's interesting." He added after his brother toned down his laughter.
"Sarah's amazing. She is smart and funny and loves to read and... She also has demon blood." Dean just casually slipped in, and when Sam did a double take, started staring at him with wide eyes, Dean kept talking. " Yeah. She was born on May 2nd 1983, and her parents died in a fire when she was 6 months old and she has... Powers." Dean finished with a sigh. He liked Sarah, really really liked her, and he knew she was a good person, he saw it, her actions proved it, but he couldn't help but worry. Worry about what this might mean for her.
"Dean... That's... That's impossible." Sam started and after his brother gave him a questioning look, he explained "All of... All of them. They are all dead. They either died earlier or in Cold Oak. Azazel confirmed it."
Dean visibly winced at the memory of Cold Oak and the death match that took Sam's life, but quickly shoved it aside, like he always did and tried to rationalize his opinion. "Well, maybe she was hidden, warded... Maybe someone hid her, or Azazel thought it didn't take. Or maybe he just missed her. Sam... There are too many coincidences."
Sam seemed to have given it some thought, thinking just how Azazel knew if 'his children' were alive or not, and something just didn't feel right. "What are her powers?" He finally asked, trying to relate those powers to demonic ones. He patiently listened to Dean talk about all the things she might or might not have done, because not even he was sure she was the one doing them and eventually came up to one sure thing. She could sense things. Like Missouri could. And the wardings bothered her. But aside from that, Dean had no idea if she was the one that saved them from that warehouse, or was he just dreaming about her at that beach. She seemed to have a soothing effect on him in general, he felt safe around her, not that he would say it like that to his brother.
To Sam, all the things Dean talked about, they seemed familiar, really familiar, but he couldn't know for sure. It would take someone with a lot of power to say for certain, or Sam would have to dig up some way they could tell if it was true or not.
"Hey, guys... Sam, can I talk to you?" Juls interrupted coming back into the room and Dean nodded, headed into the kitchen to help Sarah.
"Everything ok?" Sam asked seeing a change in Julia. She seemed like she shrunk to herself, uncertain and wavering about something.
"Yeah, everything's ok... I, um... I just spoke to my dad and... He wants me home asap. So I... I gotta go." Julia stated kinda sadly. She wished she had more time with Sam, more time to figure out, for them to figure out what "they" are. Sure, it was easy for Sam and for her to give in, back there, back where they thought there might be no tomorrow, but now that they are safe?
What if he doesn't want to stay with her? What if she is more trouble then she is worth?
"Do you have to leave now? We were pretty drained, maybe you should take a day to rest up and leave in the morning?" Sam offered.
"No, I... I have to go now. He is was pretty worried, and insisted I told him what happened and when... - and this is where her words wavered and her voice shook, so she just cut herself off - I gotta head out now."
Sam sighed, taking a second and finally said "ok."
"Ok?" Ok? Just like that, ok? Julia wasn't sure what to think.
"Yeah, ok. You gotta go now, we leave now." Sam simply replied.
"We?" Juls wasn't sure if she heard that right.
"We, yes. We. I'm not letting you go." Sam stated. That one line said it all. Pure joy washed over Julia and she smiled ever so brightly at Sam, who pulled her into a bear hug and pressed the softest kiss on her lips. "Never gonna let you go." He said and Julia huffed a laugh at the line used in one of the most catchy and most annoying songs she ever heard.
Back in the kitchen, Dean brought over more plates and muscled in to help Sarah wash the rest. She gave him a smile and he smiled back, glancing over at her every few seconds. And every few, she would huff a smile, noticing his glances, but not saying a thing. Last time she huffed a smile, Dean dipped his hand in the water in the sink and splashed her with it. She drew back, smiling and took a handful of water, throwing it at Dean. He made an appalled face and splashed her right back. Sarah screamed and then giggled, and soon the floor had more water then the sink.
Dean splashed her once more, Sarah turned away to that she doesn't get any water in her eyes, but when she turned back to him, he was much closer then before, his expression a lot more serious, his eyes with a different kind of a spark in them. He inched closer and Sarah sucked in a breath at how close his body was to her, at how close his lips were.
After that kiss back in the North Pole, they haven't really done anything to indicate how are things between them, they haven't talked about it. But he was there, right there now and she could practically feel his breath on her face, the warmth of it. His emerald greens stared into her eyes and she could see all the world in them, and the depths of his beautiful soul shining just a bit brightly. The colors that were keeping his soul contained, the blue, the red, the purple and the black, they all retreated, all backed down as his soul shone with the light of the summer rain. Not that she would ever tell Dean his soul was the color of the rainbow.
He raised his hands and brought them on her upper arms and thank god he did because she already felt too intoxicated from his proximity to be able to hold herself upright. One hand traveled over her shoulder to her neck and her jawline, his thumb caressing her cheek and she waited, waited with grand anticipation for him to finally cross that distance and for her to feel those lips on hers once again.
The world exploded when he finally leaned in and set such a powerful, emotion filled kiss on her lips. Sarah could read so many emotions from it. Anticipation, happiness, dared she say love? Fulfillment, joy and slight fear of rejection and of loss. So she kissed him back, mustering all the assurances and he felt it, he felt it all in his bones. When they finally broke away, both had the widest smiles caressing their faces, no more words were necessary. He was hers and she was his. And nothing, absolutely nothing would or could ever change that.
A few minutes later, Sam and Juls came in and informed them Julia had to go back to see her father and that Sam will go with her. Dean was reluctant, trying to convince them to stay and rest for a day, but ultimately had to give in. It was a bit more easier to be separated from Sam now that he knew he was alight and safe, and knew where he will be. And the fact that he won't be alone helped too. Sam promised they would look into Sarah's powers once he came back, which would hopefully be in three or four days.
Sam took a blue 69 Camaro z28 and waved Dean and Sarah as they sped off. Dean watched his brother take off, smiling, glad he has found someone to care for, someone great like Julia. Sure she was a bit rough around the edges, but he was sure once a person once you really get to know her. The best thing was that she was a hunter, someone with some experience and someone who understood this life. But most importantly someone who was more than capable of fending for herself, judging by her choke hold and how she took Dean down, not that he would ever admit he didn't let her do that.
Still sporting that smile on his face, he turned to look at Sarah who was a few steps behind him, he turned to her just in time to see her smiling at him, a hand reaching up to her neck and ripping her throat out. He saw the familiar face of Aisha as she grinned at him, blood covering her hand and her brother Billy in the back, running towards them. He stood frozen, looking at Aisha as she licked the blood of her hand as Sarah's knees gave up from under her and she fell, her hands coming to clasp her bleeding neck, only letting out gurgling choking sound, eyes filled with pure fear.
Dean didn't even see her hit the ground, when the darkness suddenly took over, and one minute he was standing in front of two vampires who were ready to attack, the next minute he was standing over their corpses, heads almost ripped apart. Billy's head was twisted unnaturally, if he was alive he would be able to see any enemy who would try to sneak up behind him. Aisha... She got the worst. The smile completely wiped off of her pale face, her eyes, white and blank, only slight residue of the surprise and pure primal fear, as her head hung half ripped from her body. Dean was standing above them, panting, something animalistic written over his face.
But the next second he was back, the choking whimpers coming from behind him snapping him back and he turned and ran to Sarah, the last few steps sliding to his knees as he reached her. He used one hand to lift her upper body to his lap, the other clasping over her neck in attempt to stop the blood from pouring out. A thousand NOs spilled from his lips, and slowly tears started pouring down his cheeks as he stared into her fearful eyes. She kept whimpering, giving out those choking sounds that ripped Dean's heart to shreds as he held her close.
"NO,no,no, no... Please, no... Please... O, Sarah, no... It's... NO, it's my fault, it... It should have been me... No, please, stay with me, stay with me..." Dean sobbed, putting the blame on himself for not taking care of those damn vampires, but left mid hunt. It was his fault, he brought Sarah into this, he didn't... He couldn't keep her safe. She didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve to... Oh, God, that look in er eyes, that fear and pain. "Please... Please, stay with me..."
Millions of thoughts and memories sped through Sarah's mind as she fought to take in a breath, but all she could focus was his marvelous greens loosing that spark as he watched her perish before his eyes. All she could feel is that darkness taking him over, and that little boy curling back into himself, scared and alone again. No, this couldn't end like this. No, this isn't how his story is supposed to go, he wasn't supposed to have hope and then have it ripped out of him again. Even as she drew her dying breath, all that was on her mind was him. She promised herself she would save that little boy from the forces that were circling him and she would be damned if she doesn't do just that.
Dean kept calling her name, begging her to stay, his heart on his sleeve, his soul in the palm of his hand, ready to be given to anyone who would be willing to take back the time and save Sarah,take back the time and stop him from ever entering her house. He would be willing to give his entire self to anyone who would be willing to save her right now. He closed his eyes and in his mind, he was about to pray to Cas and to Jack, knowing he would be breaking his own word, breaking his own deal, but for Sarah, he would do that and so much more.
Before he could even start the prayer, warm bright light blinded him and he felt some strange heat in his hand, the one that was clasping Sarah's neck. He heard her stop those awful, heart-wrenching choking sounds, but the light blinded him and he couldn't see, but he could feel it, and he could hear it, that slight tingle in the air, and he held his breath, waiting for it to pass. It was a familiar feeling, a familiar sound of healing and he held his breath, hoping it was what he thought he was.
As the light toned down, his eyes met the bright blues of Sarah's as she watched him, fearful and completely confused, her neck bloody, but with no wound. He huffed a smile and hugged her, holding onto her tight, utter relief washing over him and calming her as well, steadying their heart-beats and make them pound as one. He pulled away and leaned in, pressing his tear soaked lips on hers, screwing his eyes shut in painful relief. Only a second, he pulled away and stared into her eyes, tears still streaming down his face, fear still filling him and Sarah reached with her shaky hand, set it on his chest and clenched his shirt. She stared back into his eyes and then pulled him in, pulled him for a kiss that said - no matter what, I am here to stay.
A/N. Wow. That was intense, right? Had fun writing that one. Wanted to leave a cliffhanger here, but I am a big softy for you guys and didn't want to do that to you. I didn't write THE END, because, even if it technically is an end, there is more to come. Now... How would you like to meet Sarah's father? Maybe Julia's after that? Sounds good? Let me know what you though of the chapter. Did I do good? Eager to hear any criticism, good or bad.
